Her day was decorated with pleasantries. It was an extra ordinary day from her usual warm shower, to donning her superhero belt, packing her normal fare for lunch and heading to the office to start the week of work. The day felt clear, her subtle ways were heard and she was full of purpose.
For whatever reason, her light reflected back to her by others and warmed the sub-freezing temps that made her breath visible: the guys at the customer service desk greeted her at the bank; there was nothing but season's greetings in the mailbox; a random act of kindness was given in the busy parking lot of the grocers, and when she was done bagging her edible delights for the week, the grocery clerk leaned over and said, "By the way, your hair looks great today."
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